grenepages issue_9
I'm not sure how the years have been for you. You loved it all through? Were there sometimes you prayed and it seemed not to be working? Some experiences you hope never to have again? Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation. Psalm 42:5 The picture of a wave comes to mind. Moving from one point to the other, it never does so in a straight line. While it approaches its destination, there are ups and downs. Sometimes from its highest points called the crest, it sinks to its lowest point called the trough. The most important part however, is that point where it reaches its destination despite all. In this 9th edition of grenepages, we share the mind of the psalmist. In the journey of life, there are troughs as much as there are crests. Things will not always go as planned. Do not let your soul be worried. You shall praise him again. Welcome to grenepages!
I'm not sure how the years have been for you. You loved it all through? Were there sometimes you prayed and it seemed not to be working? Some experiences you hope never to have again?
Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation. Psalm 42:5
The picture of a wave comes to mind. Moving from one point to the other, it never does so in a straight line. While it approaches its destination, there are ups and downs. Sometimes from its highest points called the crest, it sinks to its lowest point called the trough. The most important part however, is that point where it reaches its destination despite all.
In this 9th edition of grenepages, we share the mind of the psalmist. In the journey of life, there are troughs as much as there are crests. Things will not always go as planned. Do not let your soul be worried. You shall praise him again.
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“Oh my God! Awe, we missed the AMVCA awards. I just<br />
saw it on LIB’s now.” Sara came into the living room, ipad<br />
in hand, and flung herself on the couch.<br />
“Ouch! How did we forget?” I looked up from my phone.<br />
She leaned towards me. “Check this out. My love, O.C.<br />
Ukeje, won the best actor.” She giggled.<br />
I rolled my eyes and collected the ipad from her. “Love<br />
ko, husband ni. The guy doesn’t even know you exist.”<br />
“Whatever! Killjoy.” She pouted.<br />
I scrolled down the page. “But this is great o. Ivie Okujaye<br />
got the trailblazer award. I love her acting. I think she deserves<br />
it.”<br />
“And Jacqui Bannerman got the award for best make-up.<br />
I’m happy for her.” Sara leaned in to see the pictures<br />
again. “Awe, that’s my dream o. To get into movie and TV<br />
make up, do great exploits like this lady and Jennifer Alegieuno.<br />
You know there is a hot talk about the wonderful<br />
job she did on Rita Dominic in ‘The Meeting’? I bet she will<br />
have tons of awards this year.” Her eyes had the faraway,<br />
dreamy look. I knew she was imagining herself mounting<br />
the podium to collect her plaque.<br />
I smiled.<br />
She sighed. “Awe, I can be like these people. These small<br />
small jobs and pouty brides don dey tire me.”<br />
“Come on, Sara,” I replied. “Don’t worry now, you will get<br />
there. You just keep at it.”<br />
“Of course, baby. All I need now is a gig from my second<br />
love, Kunle Afolayan and bam! I’m there.” she snapped<br />
Episode 7<br />
genepages <strong>issue</strong> 97 page 8
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